Holiday sightings

Have you seen these on the roads around your town? Rudolph cars. Big red nose on front and antlers stuck to the side windows with suction cups. How much more festive can you get? I'm trying to talk Mr. G into getting one of these get-ups for his sports car.

And now that we've scheduled the movers, Mr. G says we'll need to address the issue of dusty ceiling fan blades as soon as the rooms are empty of furniture.
I'm from the school of housework that subscribes to the notion that if you can't see the dirt, it's of no consequence. But Mr. G knows it's there and it bugs him. He even suggested long ago that we buy a dust mop with a long handle--especially designed for cleaning these. But it's conveniently hidden out of sight and so it's also of no consequence. There are so many other, more interesting things to do in life.

For instance, making one more doll for a special friend who wants to give it to a special friend as a Christmas gift.
I never like my doll projects at this stage. I'm always sure they're destined for the scrap heap. But they usually clean up nicely, with hair and accessories and little doodads of one sort or another. My friend was hesitant to ask me about making a doll, what with our moving project well underway. But I assured her I had body parts readily available for the particular character she wanted. Well, except for the feet. I'd packed the pattern in a box somewhere, so I had to sketch one up.

Another thing, besides ceiling fan dust, that makes Mr. G squeamish is to see a big clump of sheep wool, I mean doll hair, drying near the kitchen sink. Maybe I'll take pity on him. Maybe I'll move it away from his teapot. Right after I finish decorating my car.....